Mason took that as his cue to keep going. “She threatened that she would annul our fake marriage—which of course she didn’t know was fake—and sue me. Things got a little heated, and I may have also hinted at the possibility of a pregnancy.”
My lungs filled with air, and I shot up to kneeling, straddling him. “Are you crazy? Why would you do that? I could make my peace with a fake marriage. But pregnancy?”
“I panicked. She’s scary when she’s angry. I figured we’d get there eventually. So I wasn’t really lying. After all, I didn’t specify if you were already pregnant.”
I glared at him. “I don’t know if I should be mad at you or impressed. I haven’t heard a word from my mother. So your ploy seems to have worked.”
He ran his hands up my thighs, stopping at my butt and gripping it, pulling me closer. “I vote you go with impressed.”
His hands made their way up my back, pulling me down until our faces were almost touching.
He studied me with tight features, his light words betraying his worry. There was nothing else to do but to be grateful for what he had done for me. I hated that he felt unsure about his actions; they meant so much to me, now that I had a minute to think about them.
“You set me free. Thank you. I’ll never forget this,” I said and meant every word of it.
“I would do anything for you. You are the one temptation I can’t resist, and I don’t plan on ever giving you up.”
“I think you should show me just how much of a temptation you think I am. I can barely remember the last time.”
And show me he did. He was my missing piece, the holder of my heart, the one I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I had finally found my place in the world and couldn’t wait to see what the future had in store. Because as long as I had Mason by my side, I was ready for anything.
The end (for now)
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Some Call It Fate
By Sarah Peis
“This will never happen again,” I said and buttoned up my blouse. “I’m serious. We’re done.”
“Are you as done as you were last time you said you were done or the time before that?”
I cut my eyes to Oliver, who was still in bed, sitting up against the cushions, the sheet pooled around his lap. I debated if it was a good idea to pull the sheet down since I wouldn’t mind one last glance at the goods. After all, this would be the last time we would see each other without our clothes on. I meant it this time. This was it.
“I have to go,” I said and brushed my hair back, looking for my purse. I spotted it under the table where it landed when I threw it into the room as soon as we entered. Like so many times before, the moment the door closed behind us, we came together like addicts, wasting no time to get our next fix. And that was all this was—an unhealthy addiction that needed to stop.
The rustle of the bedsheets told me Oliver was getting up. I had to hustle to get out of there, because if he came too close, I would fall back into his orbit and do something I’d regret later.
A warm hand landed on my back, and I tensed, purse forgotten. “Wh-What are you doing?” I stuttered and looked over my shoulder at what must have been one of the most perfect men I had ever seen. At over six feet, with dark, almost black hair, sapphire blue eyes, and a deep voice that I could listen to forever, he was sex personified. We had been seeing each other nearly every day for the last six months. I insisted it was all casual; he was sure we were more than that. But his time in Humptulips was temporary, hence why he had been living at a bed-and-breakfast since he arrived.
Even though I knew better, I let myself get sucked into another relationship that had no future. Something I now had to pay for. Because despite my declarations that this would never be more than a casual hookup, I had developed feelings. Ooey, gooey, disgusting feelings that made me dissolve into a puddle of want every time I looked at his beautiful angular face with his high cheekbones and that dimple in his left cheek.
And Maisie Slater didn’t do feelings anymore. Not after getting her heart smashed and pulverized not once but twice in her short life. Also, Maisie needed to stop talking about herself in third person.
Before I made another mistake and fell back into bed with him, I turned and ran as fast as my untrained short legs would take me. The door was unlocked, since we didn’t have time to lock it when we came inside. Guess that happened when you were too busy ripping your clothes off and kissing and sucking every inch of skin you could get your mouth on.
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